#20
Against my better judgement cabbing home one day, I let the Miss have my wallet. She’s usually after the coins or the few photos of the kids I have in there…….
Me: No – Nooooo!!!!!!! I can’t get that picture back!!! WHERE is it?
Miss: Miss drop it. <waggles finger> See. This what happens. Miss drop it.
Me: I.. know!!!!!! That’s exactly why I don’t want you to mess with my pictures! And then every time Mummy says no you scream your lungs out. Well THIS is why Mummy says no. Because you drop it!
Miss: <nods in agreement> Mm. Mmmmm. Mm. Yes.
Me: <scrabble about> And I still can’t find it!!
Miss: <put-on cough> Miss sick. See. Miss coughing.
Me: Nice try. I’m still mad at you. How about not demanding to go through my stuff next time?
Miss: How about……….. cuttlefish? <smiles winningly>
Me: Wow, you’re brazen.
Miss: <persists> How about cuttlefish, Mum-may? <places hand on my arm and smiles>
Me: How about lunch?
Miss: No, how about cuttlefish?
Me: How about lunch and cuttlefish, and you have to finish both.
(Miss nods and I hand her a pack of dried cuttlefish snack)
Miss: Well done, Mummy.
Little Miss Attitude, showing off her tattoos before going to school
(And btw she calls me “Mum-may” when she wants something. Otherwise it’s “Mum” like Rockstar, or a mildly reproachful or condescending “Mummy”.)
Awwwww, how sweet, Miss Rockstar knows how to manja you already. 🙂
HAHA not sure manja is the right word… and the worst thing is when you can’t keep a straight face she knows she’s out of the woods! Terrible right, this girl…! And notice that she dropped my pic, and then started advising me that this is what happens if I let her have my pics! The actual definition of chutzpah…